
Hehehehe. Funny apparel.
I have so many D-Dirt stories from the early 90's. Comes to mind...
I was living on Via Marina at the time, couple of blocks from Nasser's Condo . We would meet up at 6 AM, walk the dogs on the boardwalk, go back to my place, my girlfriend would have BF ready by the time we got back. Nasser didn't sleep much when cycling Somatrops beyond 20IU.
Long story short, we left Gold's on Hampton at 10PM the night before, shoulders and traps, very heavy. Dearth was still there high on a combo of Toradol and who knows what stimulant, on the stepper like the world was on fire. I remember he was shooting Son-in-Law at the time, pity appearance but he was on top of the world. We walked in Dearth was laying on the floor tense as a re bar covered in sweat.